Sunday, April 4, 2010

Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson

Easter is such a hopeful day for me, which immediately brings to mind one of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson. Enjoy!

"Hope" is the thing with feathers --
That perches in the soul --
And sings the tune without the words --
And never stops -- at all --

And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --
And sore must be the storm --
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm --

I've heard it in the chillest land --
And on the strangest Sea --
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb -- of Me.

From: Final Harvest: Emily Dickinson's Poems (Little Brown)

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